He had an office at their New York headquarters, but he traveled promoting selected works in targeted markets. I couldn’t find too much more, except... information where I could get in touch with him. I didn’t think I needed to bother with that. I’d found out he was a real person, and he’d represented himself correctly to my wife. Later on the way home from work I thought about maybe finding a way to meet the guy. I meant to meet the guy only if I had the time and then only if it wouldn’t seem. “Really?”The question was full of defeat and sorrow.“No. How about spinach and jicama and steak with a nice blackberry and walnut vinaigrette?”“Really?”The question was full of hope and love.“Really. Get naked.”“What is the magic word”“NOW!”“That will do until a better one comes along.”“Go!” Kendi smacked me on the butt.I trotted to the bedroom and got undressed and chucked my soiled stuff into the laundry hamper. I then jumped into the shower for a quick once over and after drying trotted to. Amit got up and came near me. He sat on the centre table in front of me. His face was just 6 away from my naked boob. Marvellous” he said a man can never give up his habit of sucking boobs and he slowly touched my naked boob and started squeezing it slowly. Due to his squeezing, excess milk was coming out of my boobs. Baby was not able to suck so much quantity as a result some of milk was dripping to the sofa.He then removed the gown from my other breast. I looked at his face which was burning. Seeing the machine had brought to mind a story his grandfather told over and over again about his days in combat against the Germans in World War II. Nazi Panzers had been decimating the Russian forces, and none of the Russian weapons were making a dent in the German armor.The only weapons that had a chance of breaking the tough, iron hides were their hand grenades, but they just bounced off the sides of the tanks. Somewhere along the line, a mechanic came up with a brilliant solution. They.